Wicked GamesWicked Games by NevaraAlyss
Boone stood in the elevator of the Lucky 38. The slow whir of the generators kicked on and the faint twang of guitar music played through a fuzzy speaker. The lights flickered and the car creaked as it rode the cables to the presidential suite. He couldn't say how many times he'd ridden it, but he guaranteed himself that his return trip to the streets of New Vegas would be his last.
For months after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam each of his allies had left Lucky's side. Cass had went back to NCR for matters which she refused to discuss. It was an abrupt departure, but both women seemed fine with her decision. Lily went back to Jacobstown with both Lucky and him in tow. The nightkin had developed a deep attachment to his friend, treating her more like a grandchild than as a woman who helped her regain some semblance of sanity. Arcade and Veronica were still in the city, but were working with the Followers. They were knee deep in casualties and destruction whe
Q's CueChapter 13: I'm Sorry, Pt. 1Q's Cue by NevaraAlyss
Colvin and his squad came out of the metro station into the blaring sunlight. The smell of cooking meat wafted on the afternoon air from Wilhelm's Warf. Most of the patrol was recon; a one day jaunt into the metro tunnels and back out again. They found no Super Mutants during their sojourn, but were attacked consistently by strung out raiders and the random ghoul that prowled around in the dark. He sent that poor soul to the Maker, as he always had when he encountered them.
The group walked in silence towards the Citadel when a static filled buzzed crackled in his helmet. Old Morse Code bleated a message and looped several times. The squad stopped and strained to listen to what was being transmitted. Over the din of static, Sentinel Lyons' voice came in faintly.
“I need all patrols to return to the Citadel, ASAP,” Sarah ordered.
Her voice seemed stressed. Something's happened, he thought as they started a quick jog towards headq
Q's CueChapter 12: The Heart's IntentQ's Cue by NevaraAlyss
James awoke to the sound of voices outside. He lifted his head from his knees and glanced at the wounded soldier beside him. He and Quinn had spent the better part of the night setting the man’s broken femur. It was tenuous work in highly unsterile conditions and with limited painkillers to relieve the man’s agony during the surgery; he was surprised to see that his patient had survived the night. However, that didn’t assuage any trepidation that he had about the possible onset of infection.
He reached over to the young soldier and placed his hand on his forehead. Small beads of sweat sat upon his brow, but the familiar burn of an infection’s fever was absent. He let out a sigh and looked over at where the other Brotherhood of Steel member was and found it strangely vacant along with the small void where Quinn had finally rested beside him. He cast his eyes to the door and the disembodied voices that emanated from out
Legends of the Sky 1 - ObserverTitle: Legends of the Sky - ObserverLegends of the Sky 1 - Observer by E153N
Game(s): Mass Effect 3 (Post-Synthesis Ending), Dragon Age 2
Characters/pairing: f!Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Disclaimer: Plot bunnies make crossovers happen. Mass Effect and Dragon Age belong to Bioware.
Commander Eris Shepard was running.
What felt like every fiber of her being protested at the exertion; a cacophony of aches as muscles strained despite having passed the threshold of endurance hours ago. But now more was being demanded of them, so they delivered, if weakly.
She buried the pain, repeating the mantra that the Drill Sergeant had, well, drilled into them in training. It’s only pain. It’s only pain. It’s only pain . One foot in front of the other, one step at a time. Ignore the lie that is the body’s perception of its limits.
A shuffle became a stagger; a stagger a shaky lope, picking up more and more momentum as she went until it felt more like she was falling, if not for the constant
mass effect academy chapter 5 englishMiralle returned to his room, Mina and xîntia already gone to class, Miralle took quick books and backpack and went to class, closing the door of the blue, a note of mine was stopped, saying that class you played , you know, by the asari teacher who gave you yesterday the talk, his first teacher was Mr. Menorth, your name will not be looked at in any race he knew, when they wanted to realize, did not know where he had to go. ... Luckily he found Mordin with a few books in her hand, Mordin turned his head to see "Turian," "have a name, you know?" responded Miralle.mass effect academy chapter 5 english by garrus368
Mordin: "No, I do not know, we have not presented"
Miralle: "one krogan with manners are a freak I like freaks, I'm Miralle Vakarian."
"Urdnot Mordin, but I think you know my name"
Miralle: "I love to stay and talk, but I hurry, I find Mr. Menorth class before class begins"
Mordin: "I go to that class also"
Miralle, "and you know where it is?"
Mordin: "Of course, brought us to her yesterday, you do not pay attention?"
mass effect academy chapter 4 englishMina and xîntia were astonished, Mina wanted to say something to Shepard, to know that Miralle not started, but it did not turn out the words, she and Mordin went to the office of the deputy director, first asked Mordin for what happened, but before he opened his mouth Miralle looked at him with angry face and said nothing to Shepard, then Shepard turned to her daughter and made a good fight, "I guess this is a new record for deportations, no, mom?"mass effect academy chapter 4 english by garrus368
Shepard took a breath, "No, this is the first time you pay for it, will do community work at the academy." Mordin smiled "both!"
Mordin started "What? But I have not done na ..."
Shepard: "You prefer to discuss it with your parents?"
Mordin bowed his head in defeat "noo"
Shepard: "Okay, so like me, your first task will be to help Doris store, any questions, well, and you can go away"
Miralle: "I'll pay for it"
Mordin "Turian damn!"
Xîntia mine and came upon Miralle, worried.
Mina: "you okay you have covered?"
Miralle: "no, no, I j
mass effect academy chapter 2 englishThe harbor was full of students of all races, Miralle grabbed her suitcase and she headed for the elevator on the second level, when the elevator door was about to close came a quarian with a yellow and orange suit yelling "expects, close the door ", the quarian reached by the" hairs "on the elevator.mass effect academy chapter 2 english by garrus368
Quarian: "thank you very much, hell, this suit is not made to run" the quarian offered his hand to shake, and gave it Miralle ...
Miralle: "who you had never seen anyone like you"
"Oh," said the quarian "Forgive my manners, I'm xîntia, xîntia going Grissom, delighted. I am ... one quarian, if you've never seen my people is because they usually leave Rannoch."
Miralle: "you are a quarian my father told me about your race, never had problems with your people called me Miralle"
Xîntia "delighted, Miralle is a pleasure to make a friend so far from home ... I admit I was a little nervous ..." Miralle simply sonrrió him.
Xîntia: "I hope we assign the same room, will be
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.2"What?!" Elva protested, her red hair feathered out like a flame, as if in response to her rage. "I've always known you were insane Cyrion! Letting a shemlen into your own home--Valendrian will never stand for this!"Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.2 by pixichi
"Elva..." Cyrion began. But before the tolerant elf could explain his predicament, the disgruntled woman stormed across the wooden floor. She stopped at the table where Flavinia and Gwenevere were situated, and huffed once before exiting out the front door.
"What did I do?" Gwenevere whined, positively vexed.
"Nothing, child," Cyrion offered. "Elva has always been a tad, 'outspoken', when it comes to tradition."
"He means she's a complete bit-"
"-FLAVINIA!" The older elf interrupted, his face going pale with shock. The dark-haired elf bit her bottom lip, stifling a snicker.
"Dear daughter, please refrain from using such language in front of our guest," Cyrion breathed deeply, struggling to regain his composure.
"Oh, that's okay," Gwenevere smiled, "I know plenty of people
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.1Gwenevere awoke to the soft glow of moonlight, a curious glass shard laying beside her. She got to her feet, and dusted dirt from her rather gaudy little dress. It was light blue--her favorite color--and decorated in hundreds of brightly colored beads and gems. She had taken it during one of her many training sessions around The City. Garrett had no need for such a frivolous garment; it held zero value, after all. But to Gwenevere, it was priceless.Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.1 by pixichi
"Huh? Oh no...I'm lost again." The nymph whined, positively flustered by how rotten her day had gone. It didn't help, thinking of just how angry her mentor would be when she returned late.
But Gwenevere wasn't entirely worried, until she began to realize that nothing around her bore even the slightest resemblance to The City.
"Is this the old quarter?" she bit her bottom lip in deep contemplation. "No, it couldn't be. I would be able to see the clocktower..."
That, was indeed disturbing; for there was no clocktower to speak of as far as she
Chapter 10: A Bargain Made Part IIChapter 10: A Bargain Made Part II by Lesliewifeofbath
continued from: http://lesliewifeofbath.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-9-A-Bargain-Made-436108389
Marceline and Ondolemar froze as the world moved around them in a dance. As the Whiterun guards closed in from behind, the Thalmor soldiers bled from the entrance way and lined the stairs leading up to Dragonsreach. There, in their black robes that glinted against the faint midday sun, the soldiers made a formation around Balgruuf and Elenwen.
“Kiss me now,” Ondolemar murmured, as he came to a complete stop. He knew that this was likely the last time he’d see his wife alive. Standing before the Jarl of Whiterun and the Thalmor Emissary he pulled Marceline close and kissed her in a way that lovers kiss before doom envelops them completely.
“Seize them!” Elenwen shouted as Thalmor soldiers grabbed both Marceline and Ondolemar, yanking them apart, dragging them before the jarl and emissary.
The guard bound Mar
Chapter 8: The ScarChapter 8: The Scar by Lesliewifeofbath
Continued from: Chapter 7: The Aftermath
“Tell me a story,” she said, wrapping her arms around his. Ondolemar stretched lazily on the worn bedroll, slightly dazed by the soft rain of phosphorescent lights falling all around them and by the warmth of Marceline’s skin against his own. They were both thoroughly exhausted after today’s exerts in this strange land of Blackreach, but the day had been won and the prize, the dragon scroll, was laying off to their side, its jeweled case refracting light given off by the glowing orb just above their heads.
“I suppose I owe you one,” he answered. He did. For weeks on end they had travelled, from the College’s great library to a mad man’s cavern as they sought the scroll; and each night, either under a glittering blanket of stars or by firelight in some abandoned shack, Marceline told him stories of her
Chapter 7: The AftermathChapter 7: The Aftermath by Lesliewifeofbath
Continued from: http://lesliewifeofbath.deviantart.com/art/Stoop-Over-Markarth-406612955?q=gallery%3ALesliewifeofbath%2F43836221&qo=5
“There is news of Markarth,” Angela Morrard said entering our room with tray full of tea and sweet bread. “An officer reported that a fire swept through one of the great manors there and wiped out several Thalmor soldiers and…the Thane of Whiterun.”
My stomach lurched at these words for I did not want to explain to Angela what had transpired in the days preceding our arrival into Solitude. I did not want recount how Ondolemar and I struggled back to Understone Keep after the battle, in the cloaks that we had ripped from the bodies of those badly burnt and still bleeding. Nor did I want to describe the horror of Igmund’s face as he saw mine, blood soaked and scarred from battle. That night I was far from the jeweled and perfumed beauty who, only weeks before h
Crossfire Cp.32OAKVALECrossfire Cp.32 by pixichi
275 YEARS AGO:
Victor Ashfield brayed against the door to his sibling's cabin, clenching his fists tightly until the knuckles were a distinct shade of white. Henry had always flaunted his success, whilst dismissing his younger brother's more noble profession relentlessly, but it had never stopped the young bounty hunter from continuing his work. And it had never really bothered Victor very much...until now.
But now, Henry was taking his place--his spot as guest of honor at the harvest feast. A spot reserved for the most valuable member of the Oakvale community; the person whom the entire village would fail without. For almost ten years, that had been Victor's honor--but now his greedy older brother had stolen it away from him.
Henry opened the door with a cold grin.
"Why hello Victor. I take it you heard?"
"What is the meaning of this Henry!? You know that the guest of honor has always been my position!"
"Until the better man came along, that is. What can I
Crossfire Cp.31 Connie awoke sometime after dark. As her eyes gradually adjusted to the surrounding blackness, a hot pain resonated within her arm. She looked down, and stark terror gripped her chest when she noticed that the bandage was soaked through. Staring at the angry wound, Connie reached into her satchel and fumbled for a health potion. The young hero guzzled the contents, ignoring the bitter taste.Crossfire Cp.31 by pixichi
She toyed with the idea of getting to her feet, but quickly denounced the thought as a rush of dizziness found her. How long had she been unconscious on the floor like that? As both thought and fear danced upon her hazy mind, Connie took a moment to study her surroundings. She was still in the front room of Reaver's mansion, at least as far as she could tell.
The luxury furniture and old portraits she had become accustomed to cast ominous and unwelcoming shadows around the room. There was an air of sinister hate about, tiny needles that pricked the base of
The Rebel Princess Cp. 18 The Reliquary was a foul-smelling tomb. Even without seeing any hollow men, the princess was well aware that this hidden wing of the library was occupied by the dead. Victoria gawked at the countless books scattered about. Even if Reaver had been an avid collector, this seemed closer to hording.The Rebel Princess Cp. 18 by pixichi
Daisy sniffed the decaying shelves, emitting an uncomfortable growl as she did so. Victoria's amber gaze left the rotting piles of literature, instead becoming distracted by the numerous candles and torches here.
They seemed out of place, to say the least.
"Who could possibly be going around lighting all these candles and torches anyway? I doubt it's the hollow men; they're really vulnerable to fire." Victoria reasoned.
"Albion Torch Lighters Association." Trayden remarked with a nod.
The princess stopped her pace and stared at him.
"Really?!" The rouge grinned at her gullible state.
"Naw..." He smirked.
"Very funny Trayden.."
"Thank you. I thought so myself. You sho
The Rebel Princess Cp.3Trayden and I go back a long way; but such tales are for another time. He was always there when I needed a break from the aristocracy, and he understood what I wanted out of life. Very few people have actually gotten that, and even fewer men. I just hope that one day, I'll be appreciated for who I am; rather than who my parents were, or the crown destined to one day sit atop my head.The Rebel Princess Cp.3 by pixichi
Trayden allowed Victoria to lean against him as the two rogues walked the evening streets of Bowerstone. There were very few people out this time of night, save for the occasional town guard adamant on making his rounds. Trayden stopped before the grand clocktower, just over a small wooden door. He gently let the princess fall beside him, in a drunken heap.
"Where are'we goin'?" Victoria slurred.
"Fancy going back to my 'temporary' residence?" He asked, struggling to pick at the cellar's heavy lock. Victoria looked up at her friend, and burst out in drunken laughter. Even in her inebriated stat
Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.20If Artemus could see me now...Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.20 by pixichi
Through a cluster headache and a violently shifting gut, the Master Thief somehow managed to form those words into conscious thought. No semblance of a grin came to Garrett's face, even though the thought of his old teacher discovering him amidst a mess of empty shot glasses was rather amusing. He was far too distracted and dismayed to think so. Rather, sparse remnants of a lost mentor's carefully delivered lectures burrowed themselves deeply between the thief's ringing eardrums.
Talk of balance--and how Garrett had completely lost all traces of it.
He was a mess without that persistent Pagan pixie. The thought of meeting up with her the following evening had brought anxiety in place of proposed jubilation. The thought of what would happen to him, in the event that Gwenevere didn't take him back...it was in short, harrowing. A black hole, bent on crushing Garrett from the inside. The thief moaned as his stomach began to violently heave and s
Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.19My mind screamed, the fresh hollow on my face seemingly amplifying my thoughts into a cacophony of pain. The world was slanted, red. Everything felt cold. The right side of my face...I couldn't even begin to describe it. White hot prongs made of gnarled branches, cutting effortlessly into me. Helpless to struggle, breath forced away into an unending scream. Sometimes, they say that's all you've got. But even my scream didn't last, as if that cloven-hooved betrayer had stolen it away along with my eye.Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.19 by pixichi
My body grew rigid, as that ravenous dryad released me from her thorny talons. She wasn't beautiful anymore--far from it. That crimson-eyed temptress stood there toying with my severed optic as I lay sprawled before her upon the uncomfortable stone floor. Holding onto my oozing socket--holding onto my life by a miniscule, rotten thread. Praying to a god that I'd never even believed in, that this would all just end. And if that god really does exist, he denied me outright.
Myth became r
Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.18Sophie had just finished folding the last patchy garment, when Gwenevere came bursting through the doorway of the hovel.Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.18 by pixichi
"Basso! I need to speak with you!" she exclaimed, still panting from her bout of vigorous running.
"Christ kid! Don't get yer ponytail in a knot," the boxman chuckled, pulling himself free of his chair. He approached the flustered nymph, and straightened his top hat. "Now. What do ya need to talk to uncle Basso about, eh?" He grinned.
Gwenevere was still at a loss for breath, her eyes wide with an intensity Sophie hadn't seen all too often in her features. This, immediately set her mind to concerned mother mode.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" Sophie demanded, rather gently. She approached the little nymph, visibly unnerved by her constant panting and quivering. Noticing how worried both Basso and his sister were, Gwenevere fought to compose herself. It wasn't easy.
Someone out there, was in such danger, that they had to call for help via a secret message. Gwenevere <i>
Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.17How does he get mustard stains on the INSIDE of his shirt?!Stealth and Witchcraft 2: Neo Vigilante Cp.17 by pixichi
Sophie shook her head. There were some things about her older brother, that she'd be happier not knowing. Big brother in question was across the room, rummaging for something unseen in the shoddy heap of stained planks, and rusty old nails he called a closet. Putting her hands on her hips in a condescending, almost motherly fashion, Sophie looked up from folding the freshly laundered garments and pursed her lips.
"Basso. I have begrudgingly come to accept that after forty-nine years, there is little chance of you ever learning to do your own laundry. But could you at least help me fold and put away your clothes?"
Basso barely heard her griping. His head was now jammed deeply into that dense jungle of dusty blankets, and a forgotten collection of moth-eaten coats now far too tight for his maturing girth. Little feisty sister rolled her eyes, and the tapping of her foot intensified.
"I heard ya Soph!" The
Haunting MemoriesHaunting Memories by mythlover20
A person learnt a lot of things when they least expected it; a lot of it was completely unprepared for. It shocked and dismayed, and left a person questioning everything they knew about the world. An augment was no different. For all their superior strength and intellect an Augment was still human. Better, but still susceptible to the same failings and trappings as the rest of the lowly, pitiful creatures they will one day rise above and conquer.
That night proved it without a doubt. Cold and afraid, huddled with his family in an old, abandoned building at the border of Pakistan, Khan woke to muffled sobs and quiet, sleepy pleas. His sharp eyes snapped open and scanned the area around him. Fifty augments slept around him, huddled together for what warmth they could find. Another twelve stood guard over their sleeping forms, staring out into the night waiting for the first sign of the attack that would inevitably come. Another twelve such groups were scattered along the Indian border, h
In Your Darkest Hours C. 2In Your Darkest Hours C. 2 by NevaraAlyss
The grass was a luscious green as the elven siblings played in the garden of their master's estate. Giggles and revelry emanated from the little bodies as they gave chase after each other. Squeals of delight that would be hushed by their mother from a distance would be ignored and the games continued.
It was warm and sticky that afternoon. Red faces frolicked taking diligent strides to hide amongst the fading shade as ragged clothes clung to dampened skin. The day was relaxing for them given that their master had scolded the children for being noisy miscreants and assumed a posture of complete and utter dominance over their mother.
They tried to stay quiet, but the whims of children were fleeting and when so-called adventure heralded them to a game of damsel in distress- they jumped at the chance.
"I will slay the monster," the elven boy barked in a defiantly strong voice.
He ran across the grass, his bare feet slapped
NtE: Defiant Ch. 6NtE: Defiant Ch. 6 by c20gleason
Author: Colin Gleason
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Cole Shepard, Kait, Liara, Joker, Sparatus(Turian Councilor), Valern(Salarian Councilor), Tevos(Asari Councilor), Councilor Udina
Disclaimer: Mass Effect is copyrighted by BioWare but Kait is mine.
Ch. 6 One Step Foward
“Drop that hunk of tin over there.” Shepard said as he gently laid Ashley's body on the bed in the Med-lab. He leans his head against her chest to see if she was even breathing, which she was. He then looked up at her head which already started to show signs of bruising.
“She needs medical attention!” Shepard's cybernetics flair up as Liara leans down to make eye contact with him. “We need to get to the Citadel!”
“We're already heading there Commander.”
“Good. James, go get some rest. Liara...” He looks over at the damaged machine, “See if you can't get the data from that... thing.” He then starts to head out of th
NtE: Defiant Ch. 4NtE: Defiant Ch. 4 by c20gleason
Author: Colin Gleason
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Cole Shepard, Tali, Kait, Liara, Joker, EDI, Anderson, Hackett, The Committee, Shala'Raan, Zaal'Koris, Han'Gerrel, Daro'Xen, Kal'Reegar, Morte
Disclaimer: Mass Effect is copyrighted by BioWare but Kait is mine. Morte however is death-dealer1368's Quarian OC.
Ch. 4 Behind Silver Eyes
After a week of working on the communications network, Liara decided to visit her long time friend Shepard in the hospital. Every day as she worked on repairing the network she could sense Shepard's strength coming back. His glow in her mind always kept getting brighter and brighter, and she knew it was because of Tali.
Eagerly she opens the door to the decontamination room then pauses in the middle of the room so the decontamination mist covered her fully. Once she past the screening she quietly slipped in and watched the two women talk amongst themselves. She easily recognized one of them as Shepard's adopted sister Kaityah, but the other sh
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 49Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 49 by MerlindaDragon
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 49 A New Day
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland & Party, Caeda, Anora, Fergus, Moneca and others.
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Myranda and the entirety of her story belong to me.
Chapter 49: A New Day
"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Alistair ran toward Fort Drakon. He'd known the minute the blade had been driven into the archdemon's skull, and his near-frantic worry about Myranda had sent him sprinting into the city, despite the shouts from Wynne and Leliana. The bolt of light that had shot into the sky and the ringed explosion that had rocked the top of the tower had not helped his
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 47Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 47 by MerlindaDragon
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 47 Parting
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland & Party, Riordan, Anora, misc. soldiers
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Myranda belongs to me.
Chapter 47: Parting
"They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer."
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sky grew darker the closer they got to Denerim. Every day, even after the Dalish joined them after they passed the ruins of Lothering, Myranda looked out over the army and despaired at its size, and each night she held on to Alistair tighter and tighter. She spent some of her evenings wandering amongst the army, speaking to them, giving words of comfort when she needed.
Most of the nigh
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